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Sabbath

By: panther1282



Kiesha Pullman was at the bar drinking her apple green martini. After a long days hard work at Kroger's and Wal-Mart (to popular belief), she needed a break. And lucky for her Saturday was the day that she was both off. She should have spent her time staying home and resting but since it was one day only, she decided to go out and do something fun before she came back home, rested, and go back to work again. 

She just wanted to sit at a bar, listen to some loud but soothing music, while she sipped on her apple martini. Damn that hit the spot. 

Everything was going swell until someone in dirty hair braids, blue dress shirt, and khaki pants sat right next her giving her that hungry stare.

"Um, can I help you?" Kiesha asked feeling annoyed just looking at the brotha. 

"Nah baby, that's not the question," He spoke in a suave manner.

"Oh really, so what is the question?"

"The question is can I help you?"

Kiesha rolled her eyes and took a sip of her apple martini. This was going to get really frustrating. 

"My name is Big Daddy Mac," Mac reached out his hand to shake hers, "and you are?"

"Drinking," Kiesha retorted.

Mac just chuckled. "That's a good one baby; I'm gonna let Mac give you a slide on that one."

Did this mothafucka use himself in third person? Kiesha continued on sipping her drink. But knew it would be impossible to ignore the fake ass pimp. She wanted to get drunk so she could drown him out, but knew she couldn't. If she had too much to drink, the fake ass pimp may take an advantage of her. Kiesha could imagine that now, waking up to this buffoon in her bed or his. Talk about a waking nightmare. 

"Looky here baby, I just want to get to know you. As friends that's all. Nothing more."

"That's nice but I'm not looking for anyone at this moment," Kiesha explained calmly, "I'm just here taking a break that's all."

"Well if you needed a break, hell Big Daddy Mac is right here to give you one."

"Well, you are not the break I was talking about but if you say so."

"Why don't you let Big Daddy take care of the rest of that stress for ya. I'll make sure that Big Mac relieves you of all your worries." 

Kiesha started to imagine what he meant from that. She took one look at Mac. Unimpressive. Then she turned back to her drink. "Sorry, not the kind of stress relief I'm looking for."

Mac was starting to get annoyed. He has never had a woman disrespect him in this manner. "Look, you making it hard for Big Daddy Mac to help you out here."

Kiesha turned to Mac with her serious face. "I don't think I ever asked."

Mac licked his bottom lip in a way that moistened them fully. Kiesha thought that looked a little disgusting. "Well, Big Daddy Mac tried."

"Yes you did," Kiesha said in a smirk.

"I guess Mac gonna have to find some other woman welcoming his company."

"I guess you do."

Big Daddy Mac gave Kiesha this thug, hatred, look and left the bar. Kiesha on the other hand was unphased by the threat. She just picked up her glass and finished her drink. 

Kiesha walked out of the club a little tipsy but not drunk enough she couldn't drive. She had a very stressful week and after talking to that fake ass pimp who tried and failed to run a game on her, her day was even more stressful. Hell, if it was going to be this difficult she would have went to a gay bar. 

Kiesha headed to her car. She reached into her purse to take out her keys and they slipped from her fingers and plopped right on the ground. "Damnit!" She reached down to pick them up and when she stood up, something hard and strong bumped into her and forced her up against her car face first.

"Don't move bitch!" The man ordered putting a switchblade to Kiesha's throat. "Turn the fuck around!" Even though he ordered, he forced the frightened Kiesha around to face him. Kiesha saw a man wearing a black ski mask (Which was weird since she never thought they sell those anymore). She could tell he was black from the dark skin in the eyeholes and mouth. "Thought you were better than me huh you stuck up black bitch!" Kiesha had no idea what the hell the man was talking about. Though the voice did sound awfully familiar. "Do you want to live?" Kiesha stood silent and afraid. Saying nothing out of fear. "Bitch didn't you hear me? Do you want to live?!" 

"YES!" Kiesha screamed. 

"Good, now take your mothafuckin clothes off!" The man in the ski mask ordered.

"What?!"

"Bitch I didn't stutter, I said take your mothafuckin clothes off, NOW!"

"Here?!"

The man in the mask was about to get impatient. "Yes here you dumb bitch what'll think? Take off those clothes start'in with your panties."

Kiesha didn't have time to think about the embarrassment or how she was going to comply with his orders. With the blade still close to her skin, Kiesha had no choice but to bend over, lift up her dress, and pull down her panties.

The man in the ski mask was breathing hard looking side to side seeing if there were any witnesses and facing her breathing erratically like he was nervous. "Lift up your dress."

"What?" Kiesha asked confused.

"Lift up your dress damnit, I don't have all night."

Kiesha hesitantly reached down and lifted up her dress slowly to show her vagina with minimal pubic hair. The man in the ski mask stared at her pubic region with wide eyes as if he has never seen such a sight in his life. Kiesha could only imagine what the pervert was thinking of doing after he snapped out of his trance. 

"Yeah baby," He said, "that pussy is pretty cute. I bet you never had a man to play with it before have you?"

Kiesha closed her eyes beginning to cry. She knew where all this was going and prayed to God he would come down and save her. Make her see something she could use as a weapon or help her see a way to escape. 

The man in the ski mask was fondling with his pants while still holding onto the blade close to Kiesha's face. 

Knowing what was going to happen, tears starting streaming down Kiesha's cheeks. She shook her head knowing her worst fears was about to come true. "No, please mister don't do this."

"Bitch I won't do anything if you just stand still," He promised, "or turn around. Hell it doesn't matter to me. I'm gonna fuck you any way I can."

"Please Mister," Kiesha begged, "don't do this to me. I'm three weeks late."

A big creepy smile spread across his face like he just heard he won the lottery. "You stupid bitches always making up bullshit to get out of the shit you put yourselves into, like now. Besides," The man with the ski mask pressed the sharp point of the blade up against Kiesha's soft cheek, "blood didn't hurt nobody."

Kiesha just closed her eyes and prayed that it was not going to hurt or take too long. 

The man in the mask continued fondling with the opening in his pants and finally freed his member already hard and ready for penetration. 

"I hope you ready for this bitch," The man in the ski mask warned, "this may hurt a little or not, it depends on you."

Kiesha knew he was right. If she moved, fought, or screamed, that blade was going to slice right through her cheek. She didn't know what was more important, her physical appearance or her virtue. In order to escape, she had to give up one or the other. 

As the man in the mask moved his body up closer Kiesha became squeamish feeling the head of his penis nearly rub up against the pubic mound between her thighs. 

Kiesha closed her eyes and took a deep breath ready to lose what she valued the most. Her dignity. 

Just when Kiesha was about to be violated in the worst way, she wondered what was taking the man so long. Then she heard a loud, "Oof", followed by sounds of struggling. Kiesha opened her eyes and was shocked to see the man in the ski mask being held back. His eyes were opened wide in shock as much as hers was. A big, bulky, and muscular arm was wrapped around the mask man's neck so tight he couldn't break free, no matter how hard he struggled. Kiesha turned to his hand with the switchblade and saw that the big bulky, brown, hand gripped his wrist so hard the rapist couldn't move the blade.

"Drop it," Kiesha heard the deep, demanding, voice ordered the rapist, "I said DROP IT!" The rapist did what his captor ordered and let the blade slip out of his fingers and plop right down on the ground. 

Kiesha wanted to bend over and snatch the blade up to teach the rapist a very valuable lesson, but after watching how helpless he was it was enough to keep her still and watch the rest of the show. 

Whoever Kiesha's savior was, he used his big hand to grab the rapist's mask and pulled it off his head. Kiesha's eyes flew open to what she just saw. It was Big Daddy Mac! The fake ass pimp wannabe who tried to pick her up from the bar. She should have known. 

"So you like raping pretty girls do you?" The deep heavy voice asked, but Kiesha thought he was being rhetorical. "Maybe I should pull those itty bitty pants down and we can show her how men really get down?"

Kiesha hoped he was just playing when he said that even though the pervert deserve a little taste of his own medicine. 

"L...look...God damnit," Mac spoke struggling to speak, "I...was just play'in with the bitch, you know, fuck'in around!"

Kiesha looked up at her savior as he did to her. Suddenly Kiesha fell under a spell of the man's short gaze. He was balled but his head was nicely shaped. Even though they were brown, his dark eyes were like voids she could have gotten lost in them forever. And he had a nice shapely gold tee, nicely trimmed. Either Kiesha was saved by a metro sexual or this brotha really took good care of himself. 

"That's funny," Kiesha's hero said with a baleful smile. Kiesha didn't know if he was enjoying hurting the poor fake ass pimp/rapist or that he was enjoying saving her, "she doesn't look like she was playing along."

"Look brotha," Mac said trying to convince Kiesha's savior otherwise, "I know this may look what you think it is. I didn't mean to hurt anybody, like I said we were just play'in that's all. Come on homie give a brotha a break."

After hearing that, Kiesha was hoping the man would carry out on the pun. But looking at the mischievous smile on his face, he had other things in mind. "Okay, I'll let you go." He said with his deep voice. Kiesha knew it wasn't the time, but he sounded really sexy. The man released his wrist and neck but held onto his shirt to face him. "But not before I give you something so when you wake up tomorrow morning you will never forget." And with that, the giant wound up his arm and gave Big Daddy Mac a quick, loud, and hard punch across the face. It was so quick and hard that Mac's body twirled 360 degrees and fell flat on the ground face first. Big Daddy Mac was hit so hard that Kiesha thought her hero broke his neck with one punch. The man turned to Kiesha who watched stunned by what happened and how it ended. It was like living in a real movie. "Are you alright?"

Kiesha stood looking up at the man still stunned. The man looked down at her questionably. "You know you can move now, the man is out. He won't be able to hurt you anymore. Or any other woman for that matter. Hopefully when he wakes up he won't remember any of this. I hit him pretty hard."

"Thank you!" Kiesha finally spoke. "Thank you very much." And she went up and hugged him tightly. He was wearing a brown heavy coat, but Kiesha could tell that he was very muscular and probably bulked underneath. 

"Well you welcome." The man said not surprised Kiesha would thank him with such a gesture. 

Kiesha let go and tried to fix her hair. After the horror show was over she had to look more professional. Especially in front of a handsome savior like him. "I'm sorry. I'm just a little shak'in up that's all."

"I see," The man said with a welcoming smile, "well, I hope you have a good and safe night." And just like that, the man turned and began to walk away. 

Kiesha was surprised. After a very adrenaline pumping moment, she was surprised to see that he would go through all this and then walk away as if it was another day. 

"Wait!" Kiesha called nearly jogging right after him in her high heels after she stopped him they faced each other again, "you have to forgive me, I didn't get a chance to ask you your name."

The man smiled. Something about that smile lightened up Kiesha like a lamp. "Sabbath."

Kiesha looked up at him quizzically. "Come again?"

"Sabbath," He answered with a smile as if he foresaw her reaction before he said his name, "I know it sounds a little biblical but it is a name that I am proud of." 

"Sweety, after what you just did, you might as well been an angel."

Sabbath chuckled. "I guess you can say that."

"So where do you live?" Kiesha asked.

"Everywhere."

Kiesha gave him that quizzical look again. "Can you be more specific?"

Sabbath gave her a big smile. "You heard right, everywhere. This whole city is my home."

Kiesha didn't want to be naïve or anything but something told her that, "The Whole City is His Home", answer only meant one thing. He was homeless.

"Look why don't you come home with me?" Kiesha suggested. "It's pretty cold out here and you look like a man that needs a place to stay."

Now it was Sabbath's turn to stare at her quizzically. "After what just happened you are going to invite a man into your home?"

"Of course. You think that fake ass pimp you knocked out back there is the only man in the world?"

"I guess evil in men comes in all shapes and forms," Sabbath said. 

"After what I just saw, so are good men." Kiesha shot back with a smile. In truth she was trying to give him her seductive, "I really want to take your fine ass home", smile.

Sabbath looked over at the darkened streets and back at Kiesha who still held that kitten like smile. Then he nodded. "Okay. Lead the way."

Kiesha felt her heart beating really fast as if it she just heard the best news in her entire life. "Follow me." Kiesha walked back to the direction of the car looking back to see if her handsome savior was following from behind. When she came back to her car she saw, Big Daddy (She didn't see how that name fit him anymore) Mac was still sprawled out face first on the ground. Kiesha almost thought he was dead until she saw his back heaved up and slowly down. He was still alive and sleeping hard. She thought she heard the freak snoring. Not that Kiesha was frightened that Sabbath took his life or anything. But scum like that did not deserve to walk this planet. 

Kiesha pressed the remote connected to the key chain and her car made this beeping sound followed by another sound letting both Kiesha and Sabbath know the doors were unlock. Kiesha opened the door to the driver's side and jumped in and Sabbath on the other. Kiesha was really in a hurry to get her man...savior to her house but did not want to rush too much to get into an accident. Or unconsciously run over Mac somehow. She carefully pulled out of the driveway, onto the street, and drove off into the night heading for her home and hopefully his. 

After Kiesha unlocked the door and let Sabbath in, she switch on the light and the whole room lit up. "Here we are," She announced, "it's not the Hiltons but..."

"Its home," Sabbath finished. 

A smile spread across Kiesha's face. "Yeah, home." Kiesha walked further down and into her kitchen. "Do you need anything to drink, water or something?" 

Sabbath smiled and rubbed the top of his bald head. "I need water alright. Probably best if I take a shower."

Poor guy, Kiesha thought, he probably hasn't taken a shower in like forever. "Are you hungry at least?" 

"No thank you," Sabbath answered, "just need to get out of these clothes and take a nice warm shower."

Though Kiesha thought he was just trying to be courteous, she really felt like he needed some fluids and energy in his system. Maybe tomorrow morning he'll get his mind right. She went into the back room while Sabbath sat on a couch waiting. She came back with towels and soap. "Well, I don't have any clothes that fit, not for men anyway." 

Sabbath stood up to greet Kiesha. "That's alright."

"No it isn't. After everything you have done tonight, you deserve better."

Sabbath smiled again and did something Kiesha did not anticipate. He put his hand to Kiesha's cheek and rubbed it softly as if petting a cat. The touch of his strong fingers rubbing up against her skin sent waves of ease throughout her mind. As if she knew letting him in her home was the best decision she has ever made in her life. 

"I should go and get ready," Sabbath said. Without getting any directions from Kiesha, Sabbath walked with the towels and soap to the bathroom. 

Kiesha was just done rearranging the pillows and placed them to the side neatly. She unfolded the couch and it turned into a bed. She prepared the pillows, the sheets, and the covers. When she turned around she jumped at the sight of Sabbath standing in front of her half naked wearing her blue towel around his waist. He had broad shoulders, thick muscular arms, visible squared pecs, and rock hard rectangular abs that appeared when he flexed. Matter of fact Kiesha thought he wasn't even flexing. He was shining off of the light reflecting from his moistening body revealing all the clear cut muscles as if his skin shrunk revealing his true form underneath. 

Kiesha just stood there staring hard at the God's beautiful creation. How can God allow this man to live on the streets looking as fine as that? It had to be a major sin. 

"I see my bed is made?" Sabbath said.

Kiesha snapped out of her trance and paid attention to his face which had a smirky smile. She didn't know if he was happy he could sleep in a nice bed for a change or that he knew she was impressed with his body. How embarrassing. 

"Well, everything is all set," Kiesha said giving him a shy smile, "I guess this is good night?"

"I guess it is." Sabbath said coming to the side of the bed. "I'll see you in the morning then?"

Kiesha smiled back at him. "I'll see you in the morning."

Kiesha headed into the hall to her bedroom, but before she entered she took one last glimpse of Sabbath taking off his towel and seeing the rest of him. Kiesha nearly caught her breath as she saw the fine man with the fine, stiff, ass. The towel covered it a little but Kiesha swore that he was well endowed. Sabbath was a very appropriate name because God really gifted this man. 

Kiesha quickly went into her room before the naughty thoughts appeared in her head. But by the time she took a quick shower and jumped into bed it was already too late. 

Kiesha was asleep in her bed. Everything was peaceful but something was disturbing her. A light disturbance that tickled as well interrupted her nerves. Plus it felt pretty damn good. Was this a dream within a dream or was she really experiencing this. With her eyes closed and her mind wide open, Kiesha realized that her legs were open and someone was between them! 

Kiesha hoped it wasn't the beaten up pimp, Mac. It took the act of God to bring a savior to save her from that nightmare. But it felt so soft, so wet, so good that she couldn't say no. Not now. Suddenly the feeling stopped and she was feeling moist, warm, kisses on her bare stomach leading up to her naked chest. Lips, warm and moist gripped hold of one breast while a strong hand gripped the other so tight Kiesha jumped from all the nerves reacting from the mysterious touch. The lips, wet and strong, made its way to the side of her neck where it kissed and licked on her ear. 

Kiesha could feel the mysterious man's body on top of hers building up heat against her body. She should have pushed him off, screamed no, or something. But for some reason the closeness felt so good, she couldn't say no. 

Kiesha began to struggle, but for some reason it was not to get her enforcer off her, but it was her turn to take full control. 


Sabbath



Kiesha sat up breathing hard. Her nude body which was once cleaned from the shower earlier was now moist again by her bed sweat. She felt herself wondering if anyone had come into her room, but she looked over at the door. It was closed. She remembered closing it. And nobody has opened it or slammed it on their way out. She was alone. But how could that be? The dream felt so real. She could have sworn there was someone on top of her taking her body to his own. To make matters more confusing, she was still horny. 

Kiesha pulled back the covers and sat on the end of the bed burying her head in her hands. What was happening to her? 

Then Sabbath popped in her mind. His naked, chiseled, body and long member. The things she wanted to do that boy made her heart beat as if she was coming alive for the first time. She became wet between her thighs, her nipples were hard, she could feel them. How long has it been since she has been fucked? The bigger question was how long she was going to allow Sabbath to stay without trying out the goods first. Now she was turning into the rapist. 

Kiesha walked out of her room in her bathrobe and headed into the living room where her guest lay. She didn't bother turning on the light unless Sabbath would have awoke from his slumber. 

Without using the light, Kiesha carefully snuck up close to his bed. She didn't know why, but she needed a closer look at her guest, visitor, savior. 

Sabbath was covered from the feet up to his waist. Didn't even bother to cover his upper body. It was almost like he knew she was coming. 

Then a naughty idea came upon Kiesha's mind. She knew the man was endowed but she only had a small glimpse of what she caught. She wondered what it looked like up close. 

With one shaky hand, Kiesha slowly took the blanket and carefully pulled it away without waking Sabbath. She leaned down lower hoping to get a closer look. 

Suddenly Kiesha jumped when a strong hand gripped her wrist. Not strong enough to make her squeal like Mac, but enough to hold her in place. 

Kiesha looked down at the man the hand belong to heart beating out of embarrassment. 

"You know, if you were that curious to see the goods all you had to do was ask." Sabbath advised with a smile. 

If Kiesha was a white woman, her face would be cherry red by now. "I...I'm sorry..."

Sabbath sat up in his bed and then stood straight up ass naked in front of the once embarrassed Kiesha. "Don't be, I'm not." Kiesha looked Sabbath up and down taking a good glimpse of his long, thick, penis before facing him again. "Are you okay," Sabbath asked but Kiesha figured it was all part of the game he was playing, "you look like you are shaking?"

Kiesha swallowed hard. "I never knew you could see in the dark?"

A smile appeared on Sabbath's face. "You be surprised of a lot of things I see."

Sabbath walked up close to Kiesha and took her hand and placed it on his thick, squared, pec letting her feel the hardness. Then he made her move her hand down to his squared abs which made Kiesha shake a little bit. Sabbath moved her hand a little lower before she stopped herself. 

"Okay, maybe it's time to go back to bed?"

"Why?" Sabbath asked still holding onto that seductive look. 

"Why? Maybe because this is getting a little too heated."

"And you are just going to run away?" Sabbath retorted. "You know it's too late to cool down. Once the passionate flames are lit, there is no way to put it out except taking the hand of another." 

Poetic as it may sound, something in Kiesha told her this was not a good idea. She should have never left the room in the first place. "Look I don't know what I was thinking but I made a mistake and I should go back to bed before we make another one."

"You mean you dreaming of me a mistake," Kiesha looked up at Sabbath confused, "or is it I dreaming of coming to your room a mistake?"

Kiesha was starting to get freaked out now. "What are you talking about?"

"I mean you did not come in here to check on me by accident. You wanted something. You needed something. You wanted me. You wanted me as much as I wanted you." Sabbath took both of Kiesha's hands in his. "Don't fight it, please. You only make the wanting worse." 

Sabbath placed his hand on Kiesha's soft cheek making her stare into his eyes. Those dark brown eyes even though they were in the darkness, she was lost into dark void of those eyes. She could feel the presence of his body closing in on hers. Suddenly she didn't know she was doing it, but her hands slowly went around his waist feeling his muscular backside and the hard roundness of his buttocks. God did his body make her sizzle inside. 

Sabbath leaned forward closing in on Kiesha's face. Kiesha didn't bother to step back or move in any direction to dodge what was coming. Finally Kiesha had a taste of his soft, moist, lips connecting to hers. Kiesha had many choices. To push him away, say stop, anything to prevent what was coming. But her mind and body was telling her to continue. She was curious where this was going and everything in her system told her to keep going or she will never experience this again. 

Sabbath's tongue entered between her lips playing with her tongues. Now Kiesha's blood began to flow awakening every sexual organ. Her breasts, the wetness between her legs, etc. She was so entrance by his kiss that she didn't even notice that he untied and opened her robe. She felt the long, purple, silk slide off her shoulders and fall down to the floor making a light plop sound. Kiesha was so engulfed in Sabbath's heavenly kiss that she didn't care that both of them were naked. 

With strength Kiesha never expected, Sabbath bent over under her breasts, grabbed her by her thick thighs, and lifted her up in the air. The strength of his arms carrying her made her even wet between her thighs as Sabbath led her to the bed. He laid her down softly fitting himself between Kiesha's legs. Sabbath freed his lips from hers as he kissed his way down until his mouth engulfed one breast licking the hard nipple with his moist tongue while his hand gripped the other. Then he switched pleasing the other with his mouth. 

Kiesha moaned erotically feeling every nerve in her breasts and body react to the feeling up Sabbath strong and wet touch. Just like in her dream.

After he was satisfied that her breasts were pleased, Sabbath kissed his way down between her thighs and took hold of her swollen clitoris between his plumped lips sucking vehemently. That hit the spot. Every nerve in Kiesha's body began to react to the sensitive one attached to her vagina making her squirm in bed, but was held down by Sabbath mouth and tongue. He inserted one finger between her pussy lips, then two rubbing inside along the soft pink flesh of her walls. 

Kiesha arched her back and screamed as her body exploded with fluids flowing out of her body and onto Sabbath's tongue where he lapped it up like a hungry dog. 

Kiesha thought she went through an erotic and hellish battle with her own body. But Sabbath pleasure assault was not over. 

He moved up close to Kiesha's face. Kiesha courteously used her hand to wipe her own juices from his mouth. "How do you feel?" Sabbath asked smiling even though he knew the question. 

"That felt, amazing." Kiesha admitted. 

Sabbath took Kiesha's hand and guided it down between their crotches where she felt the long, hard, flesh growing stronger from her touch. The feel of it made Kiesha's heart jump again and wanting him more. "Whenever you ready." He said.

When it came to sex, Kiesha was the one to take things slow. It was like standing in line for a death defying rollercoaster ride. Her heart was racing pumping more blood throughout her system making her feel warmth between her thighs. 

Making sure that Sabbath's penis was thick and long enough for penetration, Kiesha guided it between her legs placing the pulsing head between her pussy lips. Knowing what to do next and without helping Kiesha, Sabbath pushed his hips forward. Kiesha was so wet and slick that Sabbath was able to enter with ease. 

Kiesh gasped as she felt Sabbath's whole member enter inside her. It has been a long time since she had a man of that size fill her up so fully. It was a wonderful feeling. 

Sabbath pulled out halfway and came back in making Kiesha moan with pleasure. He repeated this movement over and over again making Kiesha cry out in total ecstasy. 

Then Sabbath did something that Kiesha didn't anticipated. With both his strong arms, he reached under Kiesha's thighs and gripped hold of her voluptuous buttocks squeezing them as tight as he can. Just the feel of his massive strength sent Kiesha over the edge. Sabbath lifted Kiesha up in his arms and penetrated her with a vengeance. Kiesha lay back wondering what in the hell did she do to deserve this? Was he a former porn star or something? She has never met a man who performed like this before. 

"Kiesha baby," Sabbath called unphased how fucking his new lover felt, "I have something to show you. I don't want you to be scared."

What else could he show her that hasn't surprised her already?

Sabbath arched his back up straight. He was so long that he didn't even pull out. "Kiesha, I want you to do something that is very important."

"Wh...what?" Kiesha said still in her euphoric state as Sabbath kept fucking her. 

"I want you to look at me, closely. And never keep your eyes off me."

Kiesha did exactly like she was told. Hard as it may have felt, she kept her eyes on Sabbath as he continued to fuck her mercilessly. 

Suddenly grunted Kiesha didn't know if he was cumming, in pain, or pleasure. He tilted his head back as if he was cumming, but leaned forward and Kiesha's eyes opened in shock at what she saw. It was dark but Kiesha could see his eyes like before, dark brown but dark enough to look like voids. But what she saw now voids was an understatement. His eyes were completely black. There was no color, no iris, and no whites on the outside. Just completely black as the night sky. 

Right then and there Kiesha should have screamed, fought, and stopped the whole thing. But instead she allowed her conqueror to take control of her body as well as her mind. But something told Kiesha that his eye transformation was the least of her worries. 

Sabbath grunted again. He bent further over until his bald head was touching the pit of Kiesha's stomach. Suddenly, his back widened and Kiesha heard crackling noises from his back as if bones cracking. Then his back began to tear in two, slits, on both sides. Something was growing out of his back with such force that it looked alien in appearance. Right then and there Kiesha should have screamed in horror, but the transformation of Sabbath kept fucking her like his pain was not affecting him. 

"Wh...what's happening to you?!" Kiesha cried in an erotic and confused voice. 

But Sabbath didn't answer. Even bent over and changing, he kept pushing his long member into her like the fucking mixing in with his shape changing was giving off some erotic feeling Kiesha never seen before. Suddenly the new body parts shot out and Sabbath rose up releasing Kiesha's buttocks and only holding onto her thighs. "Aaaaarrrrgh!" Sabbath cried as his the two organs shot out of his back and rose up high. High enough to touch the ceiling. Kiesha stared at them hard. It was dark but Kiesha could see them well. They were dark but they looked sort of brownish. By the way they flapped in the air and came back hanging on his back, they looked very feathery. Like giant, brown, wings! 

For some reason, this did not come as a surprise to Kiesha. Saving her during her attempted rape, the magnificent body Sabbath so confidently flashed in front of her, and now the experienced fucking she has never been fucked before by any man. But this was not a man. Neither was she getting fucked by one. She was getting fucked by an, "Angel". 

"DO YOU WANT ME TO STOP?" Sabbath asked his voice was now way deeper than it was before. 

Kiesha shook her head. "No."

"VERY WELL," The angel named, "Sabbath", said.

Sabbath put Kiesha's legs over his shoulders and leaned in closer bending her legs forward. His penis still long and hard penetrated Kiesha with such force that she yelped. Something was different about the fucking. It was rougher, stronger, and it awakened every nerve in her body. 

Kiesha closed her eyes again and let the angelic creature take full control of her body inside and out. She couldn't believe it even it was right in front of her eyes. She was getting fucked by an angel. This should be in her memories for all time. "I'm cumming!"

"I KNOW," Sabbath said still pumping himself inside it's knew lover, "LISTEN TO YOUR MIND AND BODY, GIVE YOURSELF TO ME, LET YOURSELF GO." 

Sabbath didn't have to remind her. She wanted to do what he suggested. She wanted to see how all this was going to end at the end of the rainbow. 

Kiesha began to feel her body go into spasms. She screamed as her body erupted again but this time stronger than the last. The angel must have felt this because it too gasped and Kiesha felt it release itself inside her. It felt like some sort of moisturizing aphrodisiac she never felt in her entire life. 

Sabbath placed his thick, muscular, hand on Kiesha's cheek and rubbing it slowly. Kiesha was so numb from the sex that she didn't even know she was being touched on her face. 

"YOU DID VERY WELL KIESHA," The angel named, Sabbath, said, "BUT YOU HAVE NOT YET KNOWN THE MEANING OF THE WORD PLEASURE, NOT YET AT LEAST."

Hearing that, Kiesha knew that it was going to be a long night. 

Kiesha held onto the pillows as her face was pressed against it. Sabbath was behind her with his wings spread wide and his massive hands holding onto her wide hips as he fucked her doggystyle. No man or human has ever done her so vigorously. Hell, she didn't know she would get off on it. She came about three times already. 

As the night was about to wear down Kiesha laid in bed where Sabbath used to be, tired, worn out, and sexed out. After the fucking Kiesha knew she was going to be really sore in the morning. 

The Angel known as Sabbath stood on the side of the bed with his brown wings expanded and naked. His mission was done as well as fun. But he has done enough to please Kiesha. Now it was up to her. 

Kiesha woke up in the morning feeling really weird and sore, just like she thought last night. She turned and hoped that Sabbath was laying beside her but just like she thought; the other side of the bed was empty. 

Kiesha pulled the covers back and sat on the side of the bed burying her head in her hands. She didn't have a hangover but she sure did get the fuck of a lifetime. Something that told her that no matter what man she ended up with, nothing will compare to what happened to her last night. 

Kiesha stood up and wobbly as she felt, walked to the bathroom and stared herself in the mirror. What the hell was all that about last night?She thought as she stared into her own eyes. But it didn't matter. If what she saw was really what she saw, then she just experienced a miracle of a lifetime. 

Kiesha turned on the shower and jumped in letting the luke warm water moisten her light brown skin. She rubbed all over her body including her stomach. She wished that Sabbath was in the shower holding her from behind like two lovers do. Then her life would have been complete. Instead she was alone again with no man and going back to her normal and stressful life. 

What Kiesha didn't know was that Sabbath left something in her. Something that was growing immensely. A gift Kiesha would be honored to accept.



Sabbatical



Most of my writing is boring research papers and committee reports. This is my first effort at erotic fiction. It is long, and there is very little sex until Chapter 6, but I felt it was necessary to chronicle the two protagonists' semester-long journey of discovery. Comments are welcome.

Chapter 1

I'm Dan Jackson. My story begins about a year and a half ago, on a Monday which was the first day of classes for the spring semester at Eastern State University. My department head, Bob Mayer, e-mailed me asking if I could drop by his office before the end of the day. I was hesitant. I thought he was going to ask me to teach an overload, like he did the semester before. But it turned out he had something very different in mind.

"Thanks for stopping by, Dan," Bob began. "Please have a seat."

I did. He got right to the point. "Dan, before Christmas you talked about maybe taking a sabbatical."

I nodded. I was in my 21st year at Eastern, in the Department of Finance. I didn't have a doctorate -- long story -- but I had worked hard to build my reputation as an excellent classroom teacher. Twice I had been voted outstanding teacher for the entire university. I also did a lot of work in curriculum development and chaired the College of Business curriculum committee for several years. When our accrediting agency insisted that Eastern identify exactly what students were expected to learn in each and every course -- "learning outcomes," they called it -- I was chair of the university task force that dealt with drawing those up. That was just last year and the new President had been most pleased. But after putting in so much concentrated work on that project, I was admittedly a bit burnt out. Plus the kids were both in college now and for the first time in years I could think seriously about taking some time away. I slipped into a reverie. Maybe a year in New England where I had studied. Maybe the Pacific Northwest.

Bob's voice jolted me back to the present. "I have a possibility you might want to think about. You know how the president is always talking about building up Eastern's international linkages." Indeed I did. He was in the habit of slipping some reference to "Eastern's place in a globalized world" into almost every speech.

"Well, it seems like he's made a contact at a place called the Kazakhstan Business School. It's a brand new institution, just starting up its BBA program. Next year it will have freshmen and sophomores. They want to bring in three visiting faculty this coming fall for a semester to work on developing the upper-level curricula. Someone to review the course outlines, and flesh out the reading lists, and suggest relevant case studies, and other things like this learning outcomes crap." He grimaced. "Yeah, that's an issue over there too. Anyway you'd teach two courses, that's half their full-time load. They're going to start with concentrations in Accounting, Finance, and HR. I know they want someone from the UK to look at Accounting. I think they have someone from California for HR. But they need a person to look at Finance. I heard this from Carol last Friday and my first thought was you." Carol Lawrence was the Dean of the college. "Any chance you might be interested?"

"Well, it's not something I would have thought of," I said, a bit puzzled. I knew little about Kazakhstan other than it had become independent after the break-up of the Soviet Union, and that Russian space missions took off from there. "I'll need to do a bit of research, and talk to Terri of course." Terri was my wife, also at Eastern, a professor of English. Then a thought. "They do teach in English, right?" I could manage in French, but I'd be lost in Russian or Kazakh or whatever the native language was.

"Yes, of course," Bob replied, chuckling a little. "They wouldn't expect you to learn Russian before you came. But it sounds almost tailor-made for you, Dan. Go ahead and take your time, but do think about it. I'll make sure Carol's on board if you decide to go with it."

"Thanks, Bob, I appreciate it. Give me a week or so and I'll let you know."

I walked back to my office deep in thought. I had never considered working overseas. Except for co-teaching a short executive education course in England several years ago I had never spent much time outside the US and Canada. But with an empty nest now, maybe this was a good chance to diversify my experiences a bit. I spent a lot of time on the Web over the next few days, researching both the school and the country. I was very encouraged by what I learned, and by Thursday I had resolved to myself that a stint at KBS, as it was called, would be a very interesting, worthwhile way to spend a sabbatical semester.

Now came the hard part, convincing Terri to go with me. I had my doubts. Terri was one of Eastern's research stars. She gave papers at quite a few conferences and was well-known in her field, which was contemporary American literature. She had traveled to Europe and a couple of times to South America, but like me she hadn't spent any length of time overseas. I knew her schedule was booked months in advance, what with the lead time conference organizers needed. But I hoped she would see the value of a change in scenery, and put her work on hold for a few months so we could enjoy this adventure together.

What I couldn't tell her is that I also thought a change of scenery might add spice to our sexual relationship. When we had met and married in graduate school, our youthful passion had covered up the fact that Terri, in particular, was not very adventurous in bed. But over time, with the kids and the workloads and the take-your-partner-for-granted familiarity that affects most marriages, the passion had subsided, and the unadventurousness had taken over. I could guess well ahead of time what our love-making routine would be any particular week (and yes, it was at most once a week now). Undress. Get into bed. Fondle her breasts, roll the nipples between my fingers, nibble them a bit. Go down on her -- I knew exactly how she liked it, and sucking gently on her clit always got her off. Enter her, me on top, thrust a while with her wriggling under me to encourage me, explode inside her. Cuddle a bit in the afterglow. Fall asleep. On occasion she would give me oral before I fucked her, or I would take her doggie style. Like I said, pretty standard stuff.

It's not that it wasn't enjoyable -- it was. She had kept her figure pretty well and I still relished the sight of her naked body. But the whole process had become routine, bordering on mechanical. After our son Steven left for college in August I had cautiously suggested we try some different things. Lingerie, which she scarcely ever wore. New locations -- the living room couch, the bathtub, even the kitchen table (just the right height to lay Terri on and enter her standing up). She not only turned them down flat, but gave the distinct impression that I was some kind of pervert for even mentioning them. After a few weeks I gave up. Now I was hoping that if we were somewhere different, with new experiences at every turn, she would loosen up a bit and welcome new sexual experiences as well.

My hope was dashed when I brought up the subject at dinner that night. "This fall!" she moaned. "Dan, I've already promised to give three papers in fall and one of them's at the big annual literature conference. I'm doing that one with two other people. I can't disappoint them, Dan. You know how important it is to be part of these things."

I was starting to feel annoyed. "Terri, you're an established researcher. You've got ten pages of publications in your CV. I don't see how it will hurt your standing to take a semester off. You have the time coming if you want it, just like I do. It would be great if we could do this together. But if you won't, then I just might have to go without you."

Oh shit. Did I really say that? It just slipped out of me without thought. She must not have expected it either, as she went quiet for what seemed like an eternity. Finally she spoke, a bit haltingly. "Dan, I can't. I'm sorry. Go yourself if you want to, it sounds great for you. But I can't go with you. Please understand. It's not you. It's not the whole idea. But I've made commitments to people I respect, people I care about. I owe it to them to do what I've said I would. Please, Dan. I can't back out on my promises."

So there I was. Either set out on this adventure alone, or scrap the whole idea and be resentful for God knows how long. "People I care about," she said. What about ME? I dropped the subject, but I moped for the rest of the evening and was grumpy all the next day. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and she was throwing it away for the sake of a few more items on her resume. The more I thought about it, the more determined I became. Perhaps I would go without her. I'd certainly sacrificed enough for her in the past. Maybe it was time now to do something selfish; something vaguely mid-life-crisis-like. Something purely for me.

But I still hesitated. We had been together 25 years. Could I manage without her? Without someone to vent to on the bad days, to celebrate with on the days everything went right? Or for that matter without a sexual partner, routine though our love-making had become?

It was our daughter Sarah who helped me make up my mind. She had the same literary interests as her mother and was in her last year of a BA in English Literature. "Dad," she said over Skype that Friday, after hearing my situation. "Mom's not saying what she is because she doesn't love you, or doesn't want to share new things with you. But her work is her life. If she went with you, she'd be unhappy because she'd be thinking about everything she was missing back home. I don't think that her going would do either of you any good. You wouldn't want Mom around if she were miserable; she wouldn't want to be there if you'd be busy all the time, like with all those committees you've been part of lately."

"Do you think I should go?" I asked her bluntly.

"Dad, I say go for it. If I hadn't already committed to being a TA here next year I might go with you myself. Don't worry about Mom. She'll come around, and after thinking about it she'll understand that the work you'll do there is the kind you like best. Just make sure Steven doesn't get the idea in his head to go with you. We have a few Russian girls at school here and, if they're at all typical, he would spend the whole semester drooling over his classmates instead of studying."

"I'll remember that," I laughed. "Thanks, Sarah -- love you!"

I let Terri know my choice the next evening after our love-making session for the week, leaving out what Sarah had said about the drool-worthy Russian girls. I was sad, but not exactly surprised, that she didn't react much at all. Certainly she made no effort to change my mind -- just as I didn't try to change hers. Sarah was right. Terri must have come around pretty quickly, at least to the view that it was better to indulge me than to have me bitter and resentful. But she was still adamant -- she had made commitments, and she would not join me.

On Monday I informed Bob that I'd go to Kazakhstan, but without Terri. He looked surprised, but shook my hand and wished me good luck. He came through as promised with the Dean and the administration. I would get my full salary from Eastern for the sabbatical. KBS would provide plane tickets, housing, and a monthly stipend.

I don't think a semester has ever flown by as quickly for me as that spring did. I found myself very much looking forward both professionally and personally to the time away, and I'd overcome any hesitation I had about going without Terri. I had helpful e-mail exchanges with the Academic Dean at KBS, a man named Yerzhan Valykhanov, as to what was expected of the visiting foreign faculty. At home life with Terri continued pretty much as usual: the same easy familiarity, sadly the same formulaic love-making despite the fact that soon we would be going without for four months.

Terri did ask that before I left I take care of routine tasks like getting the cars serviced, and arrange for someone to handle the lawn and garden chores that I usually did. I set aside part of my earnings from summer teaching to hire a lawn care service for the fall. When my summer class ended I shipped two boxes of books ahead of me by FedEx. In mid-August I kissed Terri goodbye, boarded a plane with two suitcases and headed for Central Asia.

Chapter 2

It was after dark when my plane landed at Almaty airport. I had flown first to Chicago, then to Amsterdam before the last leg to Almaty and after some 24 hours of travel I was exhausted. Yerzhan had written that I'd be met at the airport and taken to a hotel. I needed to look for someone holding a sign with my name.

I navigated immigration and baggage claim and as I emerged into the waiting area much of my fatigue instantly vanished when I saw a young, very attractive woman holding a sign reading "Dr. Dan Jackson -- KBS." I walked towards her and she favored me with a dazzling smile.

"Dr. Jackson, welcome to Almaty! My name is Elena and I work in Dr. Valykhanov's office. He's sorry he couldn't come himself but he asked me to greet you and make sure you got to your hotel. It's great to see you here. Did you have a good flight?"

"Very nice to meet you, Elena. The flight was OK but I'm pretty worn out just from being in the air so long."

"Yes, we thought you'd be tired so we'll go right to the hotel. Yevgeny will drive us." Yevgeny was a middle-aged man, slightly unkempt but with a friendly-looking face, whom I assumed (correctly it turned out) was a driver for KBS.

We made small talk about my trip as Yevgeny pushed my laden baggage cart to a Toyota Previa with the KBS logo. I took the chance to discreetly look Elena over. Quite petite, maybe 5'3". A well-proportioned frame, slender but not overly skinny, breasts somewhat hidden under a loose top but looking in balance with the rest of her body. Wavy black hair to her shoulders framed a strikingly attractive face with expressive brown eyes, reminding me a bit of one of my favorite adult models, Aria Giovanni. I had heard that Kazakhs looked obviously Oriental, but her features were more Western than Eastern. Perhaps she was ethnic Russian, or had Russian ancestry. She wore tight jeans and the high heels which I would learn were pretty much de rigueur for young Kazakhstani women. No ring on her finger, but of course she must have a boyfriend, as good-looking as she was. Her English was excellent. She was a delight to talk to, and I remembered what Sarah had said about her Russian classmates and found myself vaguely wondering if other women in Almaty were equally fascinating.

We arrived at a tall building after about 20 minutes' drive through what in the dark looked like mostly featureless streets. "Here we are, Dr. Jackson," she said. "Let's check you in and I'll leave so you can rest. Dr. Valykhanov will come by at 10 tomorrow morning." She efficiently negotiated the check in and saw that a bellhop carried my luggage upstairs, then said goodbye. I went up to the room and, not even bothering to unpack, fell quickly into dreamless slumber.

Yerzhan Valykhanov was a few years younger than me, solidly built, looking vaguely ex-military. (In fact he had served three tours of duty in the Soviet Army before the breakup of the USSR.) I knew he had been one of the first students from independent Kazakhstan to study in the States. Now he was realizing a dream to build a Western-style institution in his homeland. His handshake was firm but welcoming when he greeted me the next morning.

"Dr. Jackson, welcome to Kazakhstan and I hope you got some rest. I'm very much looking forward to getting your advice on our degree program. We'll go to the campus today, settle you in, and get you started on finding an apartment. And, by the way, is it OK if I call you Dan?"

"Yes, but only if I can call you Yerzhan," I replied. He smiled broadly. I already knew I'd enjoy working with him.

We drove in his car to the KBS campus, about 15 minutes away, through a veritable forest of street trees. The main building had been a secondary school in Soviet times. Of the two classroom wings, one still served as classroom space, the rooms refitted with LCD projectors and other modern technology. The other had been nicely renovated into faculty offices, a lounge area, and a library. In between the two wings was the former school cafeteria, now a restaurant called the KBS Grill, and the old head's office that now served for some of the admin staff including the President, a businessman who visited maybe once a week. Behind the building was a soccer field and basketball court. The Board had recently purchased a larger building just down the street, an old factory that would eventually house an auditorium, gymnasium, continuing education center, and some student housing. For now its grounds were used for parking. All in all it was a pretty good setup for a brand new institution.

The Dean's Office was on the ground floor of the office wing. Yerzhan and I entered and I saw Elena from last night, sitting with another woman. Yerzhan introduced me. "Dr. Jackson, this is Oxana, my executive assistant. And I know you met Elena last night. She's the office manager. Oxana, this is Dan Jackson, who'll be with us for the fall semester."

"It's very good to meet you, Oxana," I said. She was a blonde -- I suspected not natural -- and pretty well-endowed, which her office attire did not hide. "Elena, so glad to see you again. Thank you for taking the time to meet me yesterday."

"You're most welcome, Dr. Jackson," she replied. "How was your rest?"

"Very good, thank you. I probably could have slept two more days though. Remind me to negotiate business class tickets if I do this again." Yerzhan laughed at that.

I had been assigned an office on the same floor, near the end of the office corridor. My books had arrived and I spent the morning putting things in order. A technician from the IT department helped configure my laptop for the KBS network. I e-mailed Terri right away to let her know I'd arrived safely. I also had him ensure that Skype was working. The broadband connection was too slow for video calls, but audio calls worked fine. Yerzhan and I had lunch at the Grill, and he said that Elena would go with me when I started my apartment hunt in the afternoon.

Right at 2:00 Elena appeared at my office door. "Ready to go look at apartments?" she asked.

"Yes, indeed. Let's go." KBS had contacts with several real estate agencies that listed furnished apartments. Most of the ones near the campus were in Soviet-era walk-up buildings. They looked shabby on the outside, but Elena assured me that many of the owners had renovated them inside and some could be very attractive. Yevgeny drove us to the different buildings on Elena's list.

The first two apartments were clean enough but rather nondescript. Linoleum floors, rather tired wallpaper, equally tired furniture. The third was different. Still a Soviet-vintage building, but lovely original parquet floors, high ceilings with large windows, more sparsely furnished but more modern-looking. It had a light, airy feel that the first two did not have. It also had a queen-size bed rather than twins. Why this attracted me I don't know -- maybe I was just used to it at home. I certainly wasn't expecting anyone to share the bed with me. It was on the third floor and overlooked a green courtyard that doubled as a children's playground. I made my decision at once.

"I don't need to take any more of your time, Elena," I said after a minute or so. "This one will do nicely."

"Yes, Dr. Jackson, I agree, it's much nicer than the other two," she replied. "I'm sure you'll enjoy it here."




Sabbatical



The most important deadline of my working career rapidly approached. All the synonyms associated with it rang through my mind, crunch time; get 'er done, tempus fugit, no time like the present, and the whole litany. Getting this done was top priority for me because it was worth a huge bonus of over two million dollars. I worked around the clock. In the end, the money was in the bank and I had a six-month sabbatical handed to me as well.

"Get the fuck out of here, you earned," my boss ordered.

That was one order I intended to obey to the letter. I was conflicted with whom I wanted to share the reward. Being something of a workaholic, I didn't have a wife or girlfriend. I didn't have a really close friend either. The closest person to me was my little sister, Mary. I would invite her to share my reward.

Mary is my little sister by five years. She is 31 and unattached. To me she is beautiful although the rest of the world may not think so. She has had several restorative surgeries to her face after an ex decided to scar her after a breakup. He is in prison, and, as word has it, he was shanked in revenge for her. Funny how shit happens.

The scars are real but plastic surgeons worked magic giving her face a lift that hid the worst of them. Mary is a scant five feet two inches tall and about 118 pounds. She has a nice figure, not full, more petite. She is more athletic than me, therefore, much firmer.

I am 36 with the height genes of the family. I am six feet three inches tall and just over 200 pounds. I exercise but do carry a few extra pounds around the waistline. 

Mary listened to my proposal, although she didn't think I was serious. "Who is more important to me than you, Mary. Whom else do I spend my free time with?"

Her answer didn't come for a couple days; she was always one to weigh alternatives. When her decision was made, we began making plans.

"Name an exotic place you always wanted to visit." I was sure of her answer before I asked; however, I wanted her to say it.

She brightened as her answer left her lips, "Monaco, the Mediterranean coast of France." She was always infatuated with the thought of nude beaches and warm sunny stretches of sand.

Soon as she said it, she went deep red with embarrassment realizing she would be with me, her brother. "I mean, that's my dream trip, but..." She didn't finish.

"Afraid of how your older brother might react to seeing all of you? I think it would be a vision worth every," I spelled, "C E N T or S C E N T. Besides, Mary, I'll be wearing as much as you. Could you deal with that?"

"But, Jeff, it's so taboo." The embarrassment lingered on Mary's face although her eyes began to twinkle.

"And, Mary, only you and I will know the truth." Her rational mind comprehended what only we would know, yet, she knew we would know and that was still taboo. 

"Mary, you know that we don't have to go completely naked." I thought that counter might sell her.

"If that's the case, I can stay here and get the same result on the upper deck." The twinkle in her eyes grew as the level of embarrassment subsided.

"I'm game, let's hit the deck." I doubted she had the nerve to take me up but she was occasionally full of surprises.

"That is one way to test our reactions. I'll go change and, I guess you can pretend in your boxers."

Up on the deck, Mary appeared wearing a scant bikini that was more thong than material. The top wasn't even cupped. Her breasts were firm and proud on her chest. My reaction was immediate and obvious. I did nothing to hide my arousal.

"See, Jeff, that is why we shouldn't go to Monaco together. That thing of yours is a distraction." All the while she smiled.

"The smile on your face says something different than the words coming from your mouth." She removed her top; my boxers fell to the floor.

Mary stared at my cock. In all its glory it stood just slightly over eight inches long and almost two inches thick. We both knew where we were headed.

Her upper deck is protected from view and as we settled on recliners, we held the other's gaze. Mary's body was a turn on like nothing I'd ever imagined or experienced. Maybe part of it was the taboo nature of our present situation and maybe part of it was her real petite perfect proportions. I was smitten and turned on.

With some hesitation, Mary decided to slip out of the thong, it didn't hide much anyway. She was hairless, clean and smooth. The folds of her labia hinted only slightly of the flower petals that opened to her deepest secret. I wanted to devour her then and there.

"You are the sweetest sight my eyes have beheld, Mary." It was a whispered statement filled with emotion and pure lust. 

Mary made a surprise move taking me in her arms. I wrapped her in mine as our naked bodies touched. Mary rested her head on my chest, my hard cock wedged between us.

"You know what is going to happen next don't you, Jeff?" I felt Mary rubbing against me. "We are going to throw taboo over the rail and I am going to enjoy you loving me."

Mary anticipated my next move. As I bent my head, she lifted hers. For a magical moment, our lips touched. The contact lasted so briefly it could hardly be called a kiss, yet the smile on Mary's face spoke volumes. When we kissed again, it was with full passion and desire. We merged into one being.

Mary's tiny body wrapped around mine, her legs around my waist. She eased herself slowly over my cock and began lowering herself onto it. I couldn't find a word with enough meaning to describe my pleasure. 

We both sensed that I would not last long and Mary made it clear that even if I cum in seconds, it was okay.

"Cum in my, Jeff. I want it." She began working her vaginal muscles against me and I did erupt.

"Oh, god, Mary," I panted. My release felt strong and filled me with more pleasure than I'd ever felt in my life. Mary clamped me tight as my hard on began to shrink.

We locked in another kiss that gave my spirit a rise. As we kissed and felt our bodies reacting, my cock slowly returned to full glory. Mary kept her hold on me and as my cock grew again, she began moving against me.

With determined moves, I sat on one of the recliners and held Mary on my lap. We eased our tight embrace to gaze on the others body. Mary was red with lust; her nipples were swollen little buds. Where our bodies joined was the dampness of desire. 

In her aroused state, Mary's face glowed. I traced around her face with light fingertip touches. Her scars seemed to disappear before my eyes; they were there but not there. Only her loveliness shown through.

My fingers traced over her shoulders and down her arms then back up. When I touched her breasts, Mary sighed a heavy moan followed by a cry of pleasure as I lightly pinched nipples. She began bucking hard on my cock.

"Oh, Jeff! Oh, god, Jeffrey, yes!" Another moment later and Mary reached her peak, bucked hard a couple times, and sat down hard taking me as deep as my eight inches could go. Her orgasm was sweet and fulfilling just as my first had been a few minutes ago. She fell limp against me and I held her tenderly.

Mary revived quickly knowing I was still hard in her. She lifted herself off my shaft and immediately gushed the contents of her pussy. It was obscene and lusty, sensual and exciting. She knelt on the cushions presenting her ass and pussy to me. I knew what she wanted and obliged.

I sunk my cock deep into her pussy with one quick thrust and she gasped loudly. She reacted by pushing into me and squeezing my cock. When she released her grip, Mary begged for a fucking. I had to obey my little sister.

My hands were grasping at her hips pulling her into me as I drove my cock into her. The upper deck of her house was awash with our mutual moans and lusty cries. When we reached our crescendo, it was loud and neighbors had to hear.

Both of us were satisfied beyond any level we'd ever experienced. Now it was time to plan our trip to Monaco. Would we even see the beach?



Sabbatical or Continuous Gang Bang?



My twin sister Laura had already left to go back to college this fall season, but I had decided to take off a semester as I was totally burnt out on school and needed a break. We were twins but not identical though we did look a lot alike and roughly the same size me being a few inches taller. 

My parents were fine with fine me taking a short break but adamant that one semester was all I could take. My mother and father were workaholics so it left me with lots of time home alone to dress up in all my sisters' clothes. Normally not a big deal but strange to some as I am a 20 year old guy that loves to cross dress.

I had started many years back as a joke for Halloween when we were sophomores; our old school had a dress policy that was fairly strict. Boys had to wear dress slacks in either tan or navy blue color with dress shirts of either white or the school colors red or gold with a required tie. 

Girls were allowed to wear basically the same colors in either slacks and blouse or skirt and blouse with knee high white stockings and the required tie. My sister was always pushing the limits of the dress code and any thing else she could get away with. She thought it would be a great joke if we switched uniforms for Halloween. 

So that Friday she wore my uniform and combed her hair like a guy. She then dressed me up in her blouse and tie, a red plaid skirt with the required knee high socks and some black dress shoes. I was just trying to go along with her but as soon as I had her clothes on I was hooked. I looked great just like a cute sexy innocent young girl and it felt so right and so naughty and made so horny! 

Our switch was a big hit with all our class mates but did not bode well with the teachers and staff who almost suspended us both for the day, settling for a letter of reprimand being sent home for our parents to sign. Our parents never saw the note as Laura forged their signatures before returning the note to the head master. 

I had dressed many times since that day and on several occasions had sex as a sissy slut. I loved and cherished every minute I got to sneak away dressed in girl's attire. At college I rarely if ever got the chance to dress up which was my primary need for a break. 

The straight truth was I needed some time alone to get all dressed up and get fucked like the horny CD slut I have become. I am pretty sure my sister had figured out my alternative dressing desires and new found sexuality but my parents didn't have the slightest clue. So here I am home alone starting my CD sexual sabbatical.

Today I had slept in late woke up with a long soak in a bubble bath and shaved from head to toe then painted all my nails a bright red. Afterwards I dressed in my sister's old school uniform with thigh high white stockings and red bows that matched the red plaid skirt and tie with a shinny red satin thong underneath! I finished my outfit with some super sexy red 6" heeled Mary Jane shoes with instep straps. 

I did my face up slutty with mascara, eyeliner, blush and fire engine red lipstick accessorizing with gold hoop earrings and a gold ankle bracelet that said "SLUT"! I pulled my shoulder length blonde hair into a pony tail on both sides before I went down stairs for breakfast and to figure out where I could go for some fun!

I made bacon, eggs and toast then sat down to eat on our glass enclosed deck when I heard splashing and yelling from our neighbor's house behind us. I stood and looked out to see our neighbor's son had a few friends over enjoying the pool. 

Lionel the boy next door was gorgeous and I have had the hot's for him since they moved in six years ago. He is 6'2" pure muscle and was captain of the high school football team and quarterback. He is also dark skinned African American and verrrrry well hung which I had seen several times in the shower after gym. 

There were four African American guys including Lionel and three white guys from his old team. I knew them all as they were only a year behind me in school. They were getting rowdy in the pool splashing yelling and throwing a ball around. I moved the table over next to the windows so I could watch them as I sat down to finish eating. There is no fence between us so I had a great view when Lionel got out and stood on the diving board. I could easily see all clearly, nearly choking on my eggs and toast noticing he was completely nude!

Not thinking I stood up and opened the sliding glass door for a better look. The door made a distinct rumble as I slid it open which they heard and all seven turned to stare at me. Here I stood frozen like the proverbial deer in headlights all dressed up like a slutty school girl turning bright red not more then fifty feet away. They all stared back at me one even hanging his jaw agape and possibly drooling before they began whistling and cat calling at me turning me a brighter red if that was possible! 

I couldn't move I just stood there staring at them as they thought I was my sister checking them out. Lionel asked if I was enjoying the show and all I could do was nod my head yes with a naughty little smile. He then stepped off the board and walked towards me. I still couldn't move as he started up the stairs to the deck his long thick semi hard cock pointing the way. I just stared at his cock bouncing as he climbed the stairs to stand in front of me.

He grabbed my hand wrapping it around his now rock hard eleven inch cock and led me down the stairs holding my hand on his cock! He led me back around the pool to a wooden lounge chair and sat me down on it my hand still wrapped around his cock. Dazed and still blushing bright red he moved his cock towards my mouth and I just opened up and let it slide right in. 

I was still dazed looking up at Lionel's face while his long hard throbbing cock slid across my lips and tongue and he let out a deep low moan. By now the other 6 guys were all standing around us as I slid my hand back to take Lionel's beautiful cock deeper in my mouth to my throat. They started chanting 

"SUCK THAT COCK SUCK THAT COCK"! 

The chanting snapped me out of my trance like state and I spread my legs apart reached up with both hands grabbing and squeezing Lionel's firm ass cheeks pulling him towards me burying his cock to the balls into my throat. My own seven inch cock was now rock hard and one of the guys saw it tenting out my thong.

"THAT"S NOT LAURA IT"S HER BROTHER TONY" he yelled out! This stopped the chanting.

"THE WAY HE SUCKS COCK I DONT REALLY CARE" 

Lionel replied grabbing my pony tails and using them like handles to pump his long hard cock into my mouth!

Someone grabbed my left hand and pulled it to their hard cock and started me jerking their cock as Lionel proceeded to pull on my pony tails fucking my mouth and throat picking up speed as my tongue ran crazy across the shaft of his throbbing meat! Pulling all the way back so just his large head was tugging my lips before slamming all the way in his balls slapping on my chin. 

Another guy grabbed my right hand wrapping it around his hard cock and I started jacking his cock in time with the cock in my left hand. Lionel's balls were smacking my chin at an increasing rate as he power fucked my mouth and throat when he screamed out!

"OH FUCK HERE I CUM!" 

He pulled back out of my mouth launching his cum across my nose and lips and into my now wide open mouth! It tasted so warm and salty I didn't want to waste any so I slammed my mouth back on the head and held tight with my lips as stream after stream of his cum pumped into my wanton mouth. He filled me up and I swallowed. 

He shot again, I swallowed again. He grabbed his shaft and jerked it fast several times filling my mouth yet again and I swallowed it down gladly! Lionel fired off one last stream onto my greedy tongue then pulled his throbbing cock from my mouth and stumbled away to collapse on another lounge chair behind him!

"Bye the way my name is TONYA"! 

I announced still jerking the two cocks and pulling my self to my feet, looking around I spotted a bottle of tanning oil. The cock in my right hand was Bill's and it was white and a little over seven inches long with a nice purple head so I gave it a shove towards the oil telling Bill to gab it letting go. 

The cock in my left hand was black easily nine inches and fairly thick. I continued jerking it as I hooked my right thumb in my thong string pulling it down and stepping out of it. I looked around at the other four guy's jaws agape stroking their cocks as I kneeled down onto the lounge chair still stroking Charles impressive cock and dropped my thong on the chair. 

Bill came back with the oil and I told him to work it into my ass and onto his cock so he could fuck me! Bill coated his fingers and sat down behind me running the oil into my crack and slipping a finger inside my tight little rose bud causing me to moan deeply! 

Charles used that as his opportunity to thrust his cock free from my hand into my mouth. His firm meat was oozing pre cum which I greedily lapped up with my tongue as his cock head slid towards my tonsils. He quickly started pumping that thick dark meat into my throat and only lasted a couple dozen strokes before slamming his balls against my chin and shooting straight into my throat and down to my tummy!

Bill had three fingers in my ass now and was pumping them in and around with gusto as Charles pulled back letting me lick the last of his cum from his deflating dong before pulling away. Terry, Steve, James and Rick all stepped forward to take Charles place. I could see on each of their faces they wanted to be the next one to experience my hot wet oral nirvana, filling my mouth with his hard cock. 

Surveying the bounty before me Terry's dick was dark chocolate black and maybe six inches but almost as big around as a beer can. Steve was white average thickness and about eight inches. James was also white a bit thicker then Steve and close to nine or ten inches. 

Rick on the other hand had a monster dark dark black as thick as a red bull can and easily fourteen inches standing out at a steep angle from his hips and dripping pre cum from the slit of his almost tennis ball sized head. I grabbed a hold of Terry's thick short cock and Rick's coal colored tree trunk telling Steve and James to hold their heads together. 

"Bill that's good with the oil just start fucking me" 

I said wrapping my lips around Steve and James heads swirling my tongue across around and under them both while jacking my hands on Terry's stump and up and down Rick's trunk. I was about half way down on Steve and James when I felt Bill's cock touch my sphincter and slam balls deep! His hips crashing into my ass, pushing me forward forcing my lips to the limit of stretching wide open on Steve and James shafts! 

I let out a scream that's was mostly muffled by the cocks in my mouth as my lips felt like they would split apart. Bill pummeled my aching ass at near warp speed holding onto my hips as he pounded into my ass so hard I swear he was going to leave bruises. I had to yank my mouth off its cocks to calm him down! 

"Calm down a bit Bill! You're bony hips are going to leave bruises on my cheeks!"

"OH Sorry Tonya!" 

He blurted out as the guys all roared out in laughter. If he had some meat on his hips it wouldn't have bothered me as I LOVE getting fucked hard but he was slamming skin covered bone what felt like bone deep into my ass cheeks and it really hurt. 

Bill calmed down so I turned my head back around and continued jacking licking and sucking the four cocks in front of me. I was a nasty slut alternating back and fourth on James and Steve's cocks. Bill's cock hit the right spot and I moaned loudly on Steve's cock and it twitched a bit and pulsed between my firmly gripping lips. I was savoring its taste and texture as my mouth slid wetly up and down its pulsing length making sure to provide lots of tongue. Still jacking my hands back and fourth rhythmically on Terry and Rick's cocks.

Moving my hot wet mouth over to James and slathering my tongue wildly across the soft flesh of his cock head, my tongue slipping into the piss slit before I slowly work my lips down the firm throbbing shaft running my tongue back and forth under and around his ridged shaft. I continued jacking Rick and Terry as Bill pumped his firm meat into my ass pussy holding firmly onto my hips. 

My lips ran into James balls and my tongue worked crazily on the skin joining his sack and shaft together causing him to moan almost snarl and grab onto my pony tails holding my mouth firmly in place his cock head bouncing back and forth on the sides of my throat. He held me there firmly until I had to yank back a bit and take a deep gasp of air giving me a head rush. James released my pony tails so I started my mouth back up and down the firm soft flesh for a few minutes before Terry yelled out.

"I'M GONNA CUM I'M GONNA CUM"

So I turned and engulfed his thick head as far as I could and ran my tongue all over it as his white molten lava erupted into my mouth. His cum tasted great almost sweet but wasn't thick at all more like water as he pumped stream after stream after glorious stream into my mouth. Terry must have been saving it up for a while, his huge thick balls just kept pumping and pumping and pumping stream after stream into my willing swallowing mouth and I just swallowed and swallowed and swallowed for fear of drowning.

He was pumping so much so fast I couldn't breathe! It wasn't a beer can it was a cum can and I must have shook it up too much! Terry pumped what seemed like at least a quart into me in a matter of seconds then backed away and stumbled towards the pool and fell in. Bill couldn't take it any longer either and he slammed into me held on tight and came deep inside my ass pussy before climbing off and joining Terry in the pool.

"I want that sissy ass on my cock now!" 

Ricks deep voice announced as he pulled me up off the lounge and laid down on his back his butt just back from the edge. I turned around and used Steve and James cocks on each side to steady me as I stepped up onto the lounge one foot on each side of Rick's powerful hips. I lowered my self down gently and grabbed onto his massive shaft guiding the mammoth head towards my hole. I tried and tried and even poured oil all over it but my tight little ass just wouldn't open up enough to let it enter. Steve came up with the idea of him and James pulling a dual penetration on me to stretch me out enough to get Rick inside me.

Steve switched places with Rick and I climbed up again then knelt down on my knees and took his cock into me with ease and rode him cowgirl for a few minutes while sucking James all the way to the balls. Then Rick took James place and I jacked him off and tried to fit his monster in my mouth with not much luck. James got between Steve's legs and pushed his cock against Steve's cock and eased it slowly up inside stretching ass wide. It took several minutes but they got both cocks inside me with considerable pain and I made them hold still till it quit hurting. 

After a couple minutes I gently started moving up slowly then down slowly till I stretched out enough to let them start fucking me. It was an incredible feeling when they started going different ways. James cock sliding into me deeply as Steve was sliding out of me then reversing and James cock sliding out of me as Steve's cock slid into me. They started fucking me faster and faster one in one out and I was shuddering from the intense pleasure they were giving my wide stretched ass. 

I couldn't take it any more and my rock hard cock let loose a huge load of cum landing all over Steve's chest, neck and chin. It was the most intense orgasm I ever had and I never even touched my cock, in fact I had both hands wrapped around Rick's cock jacking him and licking his cock head as I shot my load! James and Steve were plowing my ass wide and deep and loving every second of it as I came. Cumming all over Steve caused him to lose his load deep in my ass and all over James cock which also came deep inside seconds later. 

My legs felt like rubber as I tried to stand up and get off them both using Ricks massive cock to balance, teetering on my six inch heels. They both hopped in the pool too join Terry and Bill hanging on the side watching the show. Rick laid me down on my back on the lounge and that's when I saw Lionel again. He was standing off to the side with a video camera filming my debauchery with a big smile on his face. I flashed back a big smile as Rick knelt between my legs lifted them up placing my high heeled feet onto his shoulders and stuck his huge cock head at the entrance of my ass!

I was like putty in his arms as his huge cock popped inside me and continued into uncharted territory. Rick's tree trunk of a cock was making me shudder from deep inside my sexual core emanating out in pure sexual bliss. He was only about ten or eleven inches into me when I started Cumming again this time all over my own chest. He just continued his steady thrust deep inside me as I looked down between us his huge rod pushing my gut around to make room for its size. My cock pumping out streams of cum as his cock bulged my stomach looking like a large snake crawling under my skin up my tummy. Snaking inch by inch into my super stretched sissy pussy.

His cock finally bottoming balls deep into my willing over stretched channel. I just lay there still shuddering from deep inside moaning almost imperceptibly with his tree branch of a cock inside me. Rick then truly surprised me leaning forward and gently placing his lips against mine in tender embrace then opening both our mouths slipping his tongue inside and joining into a passionate tango tongue to tongue inside my mouth. His huge black cock fully inside my sissy pussy he pulled his tongue back and firmly pressing his lips to mine he spoke into me.

"YOU'RE MY SISSY BITCH NOW!"

I knew without a doubt that he was right! I was HIS SISSY BITCH! I would do any thing he wanted. I would kill or die just to have his gorgeous huge cock inside me when ever and where ever he wanted me.

"YES I AM YOUR SISSY BITCH!" 

With that he pulled his huge cock out of me leaning back on extended arms to pull its massive length from my wanton flesh. I felt totally empty as cool air rushed inside my gapping pussy.

"PLEASE OH PLEASE PUT IT BACK IN ME!"

"WHAT'S THAT YOU SAID SISSY BITCH? WHAT IS IT YOU WANT?"

"I WANT YOUR COCK BACK INSIDE ME!"

"WHY DOES MY SISSY BITCH WANT THAT?"

"PLEASE I WANT; NO I NEED YOUR BIG HUGE COCK IN SIDE MY SISSY PUSSY! I NEED YOU TO FUCK ME! I NEED TO BE YOUR SISSY BITCH FUCK TOY!"

Rick slammed his huge cock back in me one long firm thrust all the way into my sissy pussy I could again see it crawling up my stomach under the skin!

"OH GOD! YES THAT'S IT! FUCK YOUR SISSY BITCH FUCK HER HARD!"

Rick fucked me in long deep firm strokes all the way in, all the way out, all the way in, all the way out! He impaled me continuously on his huge harpoon of a cock all the while with me screaming and moaning and Cumming!

"OH YES! GOD YES! FUCK MY SISSY PUSSY! I AM YOUR SISSY BITCH! FUCK ME! PLEASE FUCK ME! FUCK ME DEEP AND HARD!

I looked up to see Lionel at the edge of the lounge still filming as his cock thrust towards my open mouth his knees landing on either side of my head as his cock slid into my mouth and down my throat, his ball sack bouncing off my forehead and down across my eyes coming to rest on top of my nose. His sweaty musk filling my nostrils as they both fucked me deep! Using my slutty sissy mouth and pussy for their pleasure, I was their sissy bitch fuck toy.

Lionel took the same pace as Rick and I was in heaven as both cocks filled me to their balls. Then both with drew all the way out, then both in deep then both out, giving me just enough time to inhale before sliding balls deep again. Pulling back out exhale back in then out inhale they sawed those magnificent cocks in and out of me for an eternity Lionel's balls sliding back and fourth across my face as he went. Once more I shuddered from deep within and pulsed out another load of sissy cream on my tummy.